"A SACRED MOMENT IN TIME"

"A SACRED MOMENT IN TIME"
"A SACRED MOMENT IN TIME"

Sunday, August 11, 2019

FRITJOF CAPRA: A TRANSFORMATIVE LEARNING DIALOGUE WITH JEFF PHILLIPS (PART 1) - ON THE BRINK SPECIAL REPORT

 FRITJOF CAPRA TODAY
 HIS LEGENDARY FIRST BOOK
 THE GROUND-BREAKING SEQUEL
FRITJOF CAPRA circa 1980
'MINDWALK'
THE 30 YEAR SYNTHESIS

ON THE BRINK RADIO SPECIAL REPORT

A TRANSFORMATIVE LEARNING DIALOGUE WITH FRITJOF CAPRA and JEFF PHILLIPS

LISTEN AND/OR DOWN-LOAD ANYTIME ARCHIVE LINK FOR THIS SHOW



[NOTE: BLOG IN PROGRESS]

Sunday, January 6, 2019

"DON'T LOOK BACK...YOU'RE NOT GOING THAT WAY!" (JUST A LAST GLIMPSE TO GIVE THANKS FOR A GREAT YEAR!)

MESSAGE FOR HUMANITY?
(we're driving through our rear-view mirror!)
A YEAR OF NEW GEAR...THANKS to EVERYONE WHO HELPED ME 
WITH THIS SEEMINGLY INSURMOUNTABLE HURDLE :)
 HUCKLE-BERRA JOINS US :)
ANANDA KNOWLES FIRE-TWIRLING
GRANT THE STONER :)
 SCREENING WITH THE MUSIC WIZARD in CHRISTCHURCH
 TUTU PELE FIXIN' TO BLOW...
 I ADDED THE BOTTOM LINE!
WA'A WA'A BIG ISLAND
 MY LARGEST PAINTED ROCK
LORINNA TASMANIA
 ARTING IN ALICE SPRINGS
 RIDING WITH WOMBI...
 ...AND THE ROAMIN' COMBI in ADELAIDE!
 PAINTING THE SECOND VALLEY SONG-LINE, 
FLEURIEU PENINSULA SOUTH AUSTRALIA
 PEGGY-ANNE SEEING NO EVIL (= me!)
 CLASSIC AOTEA VIEW: 
HIRAKIMATA from SUMMIT OF CYCLE HILL
 WITH MY SENECIO ELEGANS
MY MAGIC BRAZILIAN QUARTZ CRYSTAL
THANKS REMI :)
 MY FIRST LARGE MURAL ON AOTEA...THANKS SEAN!
ASPIRING ROCKISTS and STONERS...
MANY THANKS OKIWI SCHOOL! :)
MAGELLANIC NIGHTSCAPE AOTEA
 ONE OF MANY BEAUTIFUL RAROTONGA SUNSETS
 MATES CHEWIN' THE FAT ON RARO
 KIA ORANA e KIA MANUIA
 HINE AHU ONE at CASTLE HILL, SOUTH ISLAND NZ
MAGELLANIC THUNDER SONG with ANIWANIWA at KARAMEA
KAITIAKI GUARDIANS
CAPTAIN COOK HAWAI'I
JEFF AND ELLIE...



BEAUTIFUL NEW MOON APPLES

WELCOME TO 2019! New Year's in the Gregorian calendrical tradition is totally arbitrary, but in honour of this time-honoured celebration, I now glance back over my shoulder at what an amazing and productive year 2018 was...how full it's been yet how quickly it seems literally to have evaporated from the cloud-chamber of experience. 

Regardless of whether or not you think you might be standing...or sitting...still, even the most chronically complacent among us are still veteran travelers in both space and time. And although none of us can afford to take our eyes off the road in front of us for more than a few seconds if even that, humanity as a whole insists on driving by looking through our rear-view mirror...with our pedals to the metal.

I want to thank all my wonderful friends and extended spiritual family for being the best friends anyone could possibly have. Without you I would and could not exist...and probably wouldn't even want to! 

THANK YOU!

I'd also like to thank Jules Stanley for her many years of dedication to investigative journalism and her revivification of UCY.TV who has hosted 'On the Brink' radio and dozens of other shows since 2012.

UCY.TV's youtube channel has topped a million hits :)
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCEGocUztnYtS-I2kk97AWqA


Here is my first broadcast of the New Year.

The new show for each week is now running at either 8am or 9am on Sundays, EST-USA. This would make it either 1am or 2am Monday NZ time, and either 11pm or midnight Sunday Australian Eastern Time. In Hawai'i it would be either midnight Saturday or 1am Sunday, and Rarotonga is the same time zone as Hawai'i.

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It's difficult to share the adventures of an entire year in a single blog post and email that can be digested in a few minutes. When my former partner Liesbet and I set out to make our first film, Cryo 2008, we found if quite challenging to compress an amazing year into an audio-visual format that would fit on one dvd. A Cryo 2018 film would be great to share but EFF...but with about a dozen film projects on the table, hundreds of hours of video to be digitized, hundreds of gigs of unresized still photos, thousands of rocks and paintings to paint, hundreds of books to read and extract information from, hundreds of sacred sites and a dozen countries to visit, and a weekly radio show to produce...among many other necessary achievements...the couple decades I may have left don't seem like very much time. Given of course that the whole shebang isn't cut short for the sake of Mother Earth and all of our passengers/crew who are suffering at the (bionic) hand of 'man, the wise.' 

Increasingly clear to me is that I have one foot in the human world, and hope that at least a few good seeds are being created to benefit from our legacy, but my BIG foot is in the reality of non-human beings...an infinitely vaster and indeed more real world...where stars and elephants, rocks and trees, gorillas and koalas, dolphins and turtles, planets and microbes matter just as much as we think we do...and hope that the 'day of purification' foretold by the Hopi is imminent...very imminent...not for our sake, as we are the reason it needs to happen, but for the sake of the survival of life and Mother Earth as an intact and life-supporting planetary being.



My thoughts along this line are concisely expressed in this blog post:

'THE ATLANTEAN DISCONTINUITY:  IN THE ABSENCE OF THE SACRED AND THE HEALING OF KOYAANISQATSI'

http://renavigating-the-human-process.blogspot.com/2017/08/the-atlantean-discontinuity-in-absence.html


DR SEUSS REMAINS AN ALL-TIME HERO

LISTEN TO 'THE RETURN OF THE LORAX', A TECHNO-RAP SONG I RECORDED IN 1996...HIS MESSAGE TO HUMANITY IS QUITE SIMILAR TO MY OWN :)

'Don't be a soldier in World War 3...park your car and plant a tree...
Use the tube to educate...leave the plants to vegetate...'

https://rachels-carson-of-today.blogspot.com/2016/04/the-return-of-lorax-techno-rap-song-by.html

A YEAR IN A FEW PARAGRAPHS

OK, now for a chronological recapitulation of the highlights of 2018. Even real-time audio and video recording would only capture an infinitesimal record of an actual year of human experience. Indeed, neither recording technology nor memory itself can be the reality it seeks to represent, yet this limitation conveys the nature of our entire relationship with everything that is not of our immediate present. 
I welcomed last new year's here in Takaka in the Golden Bay region of the south island of Aotearoa. I was visiting my great old mate Grant who is a pillar of the local community. I got a lot of art done, met some lovely wwoofers, and had some great jams with Kate Liddel, a brilliant violinist from the UK and the legendary James Wilkinson, whom I've known and recorded with since 2002.

Here are two jams we did...not bad for improvisation :)


ELECTROGANIC JAM, TAKAKA MARKET
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xMk5zwJQQ0c&feature=youtu.be


"LOKAH SAMASTAH SUKHINO BHAVANTU" JAM 
WAIKOROPUPU SPRINGS TAKAKA 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PjVxayERB4k&feature=youtu.be

In mid-January I went to the Big Island of Hawai'i and spent the next 4 months there, in the Captain Cook area of the Kona region, then in the Pahoa area of the Puna region. To me the main attraction on the Big Island is the handiworks of Tutu Pele, or the mutliple volcanos which comprise the island, in particular, Hawai'ian Volcanos National Park. 

When I was there before in 2013-14 Pele had ceased her flow of lava into the ocean, a spectacle I had hoped to witness. When I arrived this time, I began to ask her...in the gentlest and nicest way...if she might put on a little show for me while I was there this time. 

I had communicated with well-known astro-volcano photographer Sean King about accompanying him one of his photo expeditions to get close to the lava at HVNP. He said we could do it but then he lost his life due to an unexpected outflux of volcanic gases while on a trek at Haleamaumau. This was an omen of what was to come. I have given thanks that I was not on this trek, yet the possibility exists that if I had been, things may have turned out differently.


CLIPS FROM SEAN KING'S VIDEOS
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bW9SxAkF1Ss

My time on Moku o Keawe was powerful, awesome, lovely and at times challenging...it was hard at first being around a bunch of Americans, goddess bless their hearts :), lucky I'm not one any more...the mere fact that Trump is not 'my president' tells the story...and there were moments or even longer periods when I felt as if I were visiting a psychiatric penal colony. This impression was created by being around high densities of over-privileged more or less wealthy yanks, mainly from California, of relatively homogenous disposition. Having said that, I also met and became friends with some of the loveliest people I know anywhere, who are keeping 'aloha' alive and well. 

What I am about to share is one of the freakiest things that's ever happened in my life, an event of profound cosmic as well as real-world significance, up there with the time the bloke stole all my gear while I was hitch-hiking in Tasmania in 2001...then returned it all a week later.  And a synchronicity up there with the time I was on the Hopi reservation in Big Mountain, Arizona in April 1986 learning about the ancient prophecy of koyaanisqatsi and how 'if we dig precious things from the land, we will invite disaster.' We were standing on land where some of the uranium for the first atomic bomb had been mined. We had been out of media contact for a week, and when we returned to Flagstaff the headline of the paper read 'CHERNOBYL MELTDOWN.'

'THE GHOULEST AND THE COOLEST: A Real Hitch-hiking Adventure'
http://synthaissance.blogspot.com/2009/07/ghoulest-and-coolest-real-hitch-hiking.html

On 25th April two friends and I visited the summit of Mauna Kea, the highest peak in Hawai'i and in the entire Pacific ocean region at over 4000 m. Her summit was and is perhaps the most powerful and sacred place in the Hawai'ian archipelago, formerly visited only on special occasions by priests and initiates. Without roads and vehicles, quite an arduous journey from sea-level.

In honour of the power and beauty of where we were, I honoured Mother Earth and Tutu Pele and the pantheon of beings in whose temple I now stood by burning some sage and shaking my gourd and offering prayers as the sun was about to set. I couldn't play my flute as it was too cold and windy but right as the sun was going down I played my drum...made from golden buffalo skin by my friend Elizabeth Theriault in Kona and recently reworked by her. I was playing my usual kinds of rhythms but was inspired to play with increased vigour as the sun neared the horizon. My playing got more and more intense and by the instant the sun went down it was thundering. Then WHAP! The last beat at the instant of sunset hit so hard that the head of the drum split. I couldn't believe it. 

This was one of those moments where time freezes, as if I were in a momentary portal or axis connecting many dimensions all at once. I can't explain what I felt but I felt a profound warning or portent or omen if you will, of something big and dangerous, maybe there then, maybe coming soon, I don't know but it was unnerving. Part of me thought, 'God, I hope I didn't accidentally break anything other than the drum-head?'

OK. That was 25 April. Just a few days later, I think it was 30 April, early one morning I heard heaps of choppers going up and down the coast at Pahoa. I quickly ascertained from Mick Kalber, a volcano videographer I'd gotten in touch with, that the bottom had dropped out of the Pu'u O'o caldera, a volcano on the flanks of Kilauea. It was a cone of around 1,000 feet high that had been filled to the brim with lava. All of a sudden out of the blue, it's bottom dropped out and all the lava in there was rapidly disappearing to somewhere. Pretty freaky.

But THEN just a couple days after that, I think it was 2 May, all of a sudden the bottom drops out of the Haleamaumau caldera within Kilauea herself. This was a HUGE caldera that had been brimming over with lava. We had seen it by night going 100 feet into the air. All of a sudden now THIS other caldera's massive lava content was disappearing into the subterranean regions.

Two unprecedented collapses very close together in time with unknown consequences: no one knew where the lava might come out.

THEN around mid-day on 4 May, I was making juice when BAM! A 6.8 earthquake shook my juicer all over the place, but I kept going as we didn't lose power. WTF! The whole house shook for around 45 seconds. This was the beginning of major RED ALERT conditions. People's conversations and media broadcasts had the word 'emergency evacuation' like every other sentence. I was going 'holy EFF', what's going to happen? Experiencing a 6.8 earthquake on the flanks of the world's most active volcano is not exactly a recipe for rest and relaxation.

Later that afternoon lava started coming out of the ground, accompanied by frequent after-shocks. The fissures began to open in Leinani Estates, a housing development in Pahoa where I had lived for a few weeks in 2013-14. 

The story of what transpired over the next 3 months is a book and movie in itself. Pele put on more than just a little show; even though this eruption ended up being the largest in Hawai'i in over 200 years, destroyed close to 1,000 homes, displaced over 3,000 people and gave birth to over 850 acres of new land by delivering 6 to 9 million cubic metres of lava per day for 99 days, this event was the merest of trickles compared to some of the larger flows that have formed the substrate of the island. And it's an invisible speck compared to the gargantuan flows of prehistoric antiquity, like the Deccan traps of India and the Columbia River plateau in Washington state, which covered hundreds of thousands of square miles at depths of multiple miles.

Perhaps the freakiest moment of 2018 for me, other than when my drum head split, was being awakened around 3am in early May by the smell of sulfur dioxide emissions. Where I was living in Pahoa was only about 12 miles from where the fissures were erupting. The dominant wind pattern of the Big Island is the trades which come out of the northeast and move to the southwest. Most of the massive amount of smoke and ash plumes were lofted towards Kona and out to sea, but in the middle of the night the winds shifted and some fumes wafted into our neighourhood.

I'll never forget that instant of waking up to a smell I had never smelled yet I knew exactly what it was. It sent a shock-wave through my whole system as if my inner genome knew what it meant:  immediate and grave danger. I got up and went outside to see the stars being gradually obliterated by dark clouds of smoke. For a minute I almost panicked but I realized that the wind had just shifted and that lava was not 100 metres away as I had initially thought. Still, it took me a long time to get back to sleep. I don't think I slept very soundly for the rest of the nights I was on the Big Island.


VIEW FROM HAWAI'IAN VOLCANOS NATIONAL PARK

I had already been planning to return to Australia in mid-May for several weeks, and as soon as my visa came through I bought my ticket for Sydney. The photographer and adventurer in me wouldn't have minded staying, even though in the beginning no one could get close enough to see any lava except by chopper. But the part of me who wanted to stay alive and healthy was glad to head back down under. Massive socio-economic chaos was already beginning to unfold and we had no assurance that the lower Puna area where I was living might not have to be evacuated. That brought up a nightmare scenario in my mind so off I went. Even now, geologists do not know what triggered the sudden collapse of the calderas that precipitated this eruption.

https://www.gizmodo.com.au/2018/12/kilaueas-recent-eruption-was-its-biggest-in-two-centuries-scientists-confirm/

I spent about 10 days in Wamberal, in the central coast near Gosford, about an hour north of Sydney. I got to be the fire-keeper at a Buddhist meditation centre, met some lovely people and visited Norah Head (Bungaree Noragh Point) before making my way south to Melbourne, visiting my spiritual brother Paul Bennett, the director of the William Ricketts sanctuary, which is to me the coolest thing ever done by the white man in Australia.


ME WITH EARTH-MOTHER

The faces on the 100+ sculptures there are those of real people of the central desert that Ricketts lived with off and on for 30 years. I am helping Paul to make a cool doco about the sanctuary and its sister, Pichie Richie, on the outskirts of Alice Springs, to share Ricketts' vision of enlightening white Australia's perception of the children of the dream-time.

I took the boat to Tasmania, for what was probably the 18th time or so...Tassie is by far my favourite and most beloved part of Australia. I went straight to see my friends at Lorinna, a lovely remote community tucked away in the central highlands to the northeast of Cradle Mountain. Remember now this is Tasmania in the dead of winter, so hauling fire-wood and keeping the wood stoves going was an essential and ongoing part of every day. I love wood-stoves and I love being warm. I met some cool folks, caught up with some great mates, and painted the largest rock I've ever done with an interpretation of the logo of my friends' organic farm. This was quite a challenging project, as the rock had to be painted in situ, which meant that I only had a couple hours per day to work, but it got done and turned out fantastic.

I didn't make it to Hobart on this visit but did get to catch up with my great old friend and soul brother Rob Alliston who used to live at Lorinna and was responsible for inviting me there in the beginning. For the last couple years he'd been living in a care facility in Sheffield, the town of murals between Lorinna and Devonport on the north coast. 

Seeing Rob was great. He'd been battling Parkinson's disease since before I got in touch with him in 2003, but was holding up quite well. In June when I saw him he was using a walker to get around but when I arrived he had just had a fresh hair-cut and was getting ready to do some visiting in the facility. 

We sat down and started reminiscing about our adventures of the past decade, the art I had done for him, the time we hitch-hiked to Cradle Mountain in a snow storm, when I stayed with him in Sheffield and he fell and had to go in the hospital. I asked him about the book he'd been trying to finish for several years and he said he'd made a lot of progress. Rob grew up on Three Hummock Island, a member of the Hunter Group off the northwest coast of Tasmania, and we'd been planning to go there together some day. 

We made a plan to go to Three Hummock when I came back to Tassie next, as I've never been there. Just as I was about to leave, Rob got really serious and asked if he could share something important with me. His tone of voice concerned me and I listened very attentively to what he had to share.

He told me that he had recently overheard some of the doctors there talking about euthanasia, and they were talking about doing it to HIM. At first I thought he was joking but when I saw he wasn't, I pressed him to make sure he hadn't been imagining things or misunderstanding what they said, but he was adamant that this is what he heard. Even though Parkinson's is not known for dementia, I'd always been on the lookout for signs in Rob but had never detected even the slightest hint of it.

I asked what their possible motivation might be, as he was not a trouble-maker (au contraire, a popular personality on the ward), everything was paid for, and they had no shortage of empty rooms. I was deeply concerned and so was Rob. He said that I was the only person he'd told this to. His other friends and family are quite conservative to say the least, but he and I were on the same page with just about everything. I had interviewed him three times for my radio show about his life and experiences in Tasmania and Australia as a whole.

This was June. Rob was in as good a health and high a spirit as I'd seen him, only using a walker a bit but other than that good as gold. Imagine my shock and horror to get an email in November telling me that he had passed away...four months after he told me the euthanasia story.  I had known him for 15 years. Like the volcanic eruption, this is a whole story unto itself that I will explore in greater depth in an upcoming blog and radio show dedicated to Rob. But for now, chalk it up to being the greatest mystery of 2018, to me anyway.


ROB ALLISTON, 2014

https://soundcloud.com/ jefferson-good-medicine/on- the-brink-radio-74-rob- alliston-3-hummock-island- tasmania











https://flashbak.com/watch-m-c-escher-make-his-impossible-mathematical-art-in-this-1971-film-406344/

MICK KALBER VIDEOS
https://vimeo.com/user17788687

https://soundcloud.com/user-659267141/native-american-flute-ian-mcallisters-18-jan-2018-1

https://petapixel.com/2018/02/03/hawaiian-photographer-dies-leading-tour-near-lava-flow/

https://rachels-carson-of-today.blogspot.com/2018/05/hawaiian-volcanos-update-witnessing.html

WILLIAM RICKETTS 'THE FOREST OF LOVE'
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6rKrLxLfmvo&feature=youtu.be






Monday, May 7, 2018

HAWAI'IAN VOLCANOS UPDATE: REPORT FROM 'GROUND ZERO', "SHAKY CITY COME TO VISIT..."

 PU'U O'O PLUMING YESTERDAY
 PU'U O'O FROM THE WEST,  NEW FISSURE
 KILAUEA OVERLOOK ONTO HALEAMAUMAU
 THERMAL IMAGE OF HALEAMAUMAU CRATER
 NEW CRACKS IN ROAD NEAR LEILANI ESTATE
 NAHAU CRATER ABOUT 4 MILES WEST OF PU'U O'O
AERIAL VIEW OF PU'U O'O, SHE'S EMPTY
 OVER 300 QUAKES IN ELLIPSE IN LAST 96 HRS
(NOTE: I AM NEAR THE HAWAIIAN SHORES SHADED AREA COAST)
 VIEW FROM JAGGER OVERLOOK (LUMIX TZ-15)
 VIEW FROM JAGGER OVERLOOK (LUMIX VXF-990)
VIEW FROM JAGGER OVERLOOK (NIKON D4S)
 MAUNA LOA
 MAUNA KEA
MAUNA KEA OBSERVATORY COMPLEX, KECKS 1 & 2

 MAUNA KEA OVER-LOOK...MISTY
 THE CALM BEFORE THE...SHOW?
BEAUTIFUL SPIDER ART :)

ON THE BRINK RADIO #247 HAWAI'IAN VOLCANOS UPDATE: REPORT FROM GROUND ZERO

Greetings from Hawaiian Volcanos Ground Zero. Well, not quite...'ground zero' would be where the lava has been coming out of the ground for the past 24 hours, about 12 miles from here. But about an hour ago I felt two quakes, one was around 5 or so but then the next one was, officials are saying, a 6.9 whose epicenter was about 17 miles from here. It shook the house for about 20 seconds. I was in the kitchen making a batch of certified organic vegetable and fruit juice, a long over-due treat possible because my friend loaned me her juicer...beet-root, carrot, celery, apple, ginger, and lemon...I continued jucing throughout the quake. But I was a bit unnerved with my friend came and told me than an announcement had said this quake was felt island-wide, and that we needed to be on stand-by to evacuate! Yikes. I diligently started organizing all my stuff, even though I am in the middle of several paintings and heaps of rocks. 

Lucky that I'm never that far away from being mobile, but there's no way I'm evacuating this place and leaving anything here, not with my flight to Sydney coming up on Monday 14 May. YAY...I get to come home again after over 3 months in Hawai'i. My Australian visa just got approved a couple days ago so I then moved ahead with getting a ticket. I've come to like it here quite a bit, especially in the last couple weeks due to a new friend who has taken me up to the volcanos a couple times, someone to share crazy adventurousness with. 

We went up to the summit of Mauna Kea two weeks ago, and I accidentally split the head of my drum 'Io Paikea Sun-thunder Kaka-Tatanka Wave Dancer' as I was drumming exactly at sunset, and exactly as Taiowa went down I hit the drum a bit too hard, and in the extreme low humidity and low temperature, it made a 10cm long crack in the head. Today I mended it with some vegan floss and Aqua-Seal, which should make it as good as new...and, just in case there was any connection between my drum and the volcano eruption that began a few days ago, to ask Pele to close the opening.

Interestingly, my friend Wally at whose house I'm staying, showed me a volcanos video a few days ago and I was inspired to look at the photographer's web-site, Mick Kalber. He is the premiere volcano photographer on the island, and he and Wally are old friends. I got in touch and he said he'd be happy to do an interview with me, but that, indeed, the next few days would be quite hectic, what with the collapse of the crater floor of Pu'u O'o, which had been brimming over with lava, but is now totally empty. All that lava went somewhere. And the Haleamaumau crater up within the main Kilauea has been very active. On Tuesday evening we saw huge fountains of lava leaping skyward, maybe 30 to 40 meters high, from a distance of 1.2 miles line of sight.

A large part of Leilani Estate has been evacuated since yesterday, due to lava coming up there through some fissures, with a good deal of gaseous emissions which can be nasty to inhale.

I asked Pele if she would put on a show for me while I was still on the island; she has come through, I just hope that we've seen the maximum displacements and shaking and eruptions already. The Hawai'ian volcanos are in general known for their relatively gentle eruptions and flows, which usually allows them to be studied and plenty of time for people to get out of the way of on-coming lava. But there's a lot of unpredictability, even among the experts.

I wanted to get this post up and out there just in case another bigger quake happens...but I am praying that it doesn't. Please send blessings and prayers for all of the Big Island, all of Hawai'i, including Kauai which was severely damaged by floods two weeks ago, and all of the marine life who will be under attack even more once RIMPAC starts in Hawai'ian waters in June.

I will keep you updated on a daily basis. If you'd like more information just email me at therockist@gmail.com

MUCH ALOHA AND MANY BLESSINGS FROM THE SHAKEY ISLES :)

ON THE BRINK RADIO #247 HAWAI'IAN VOLCANOS UPDATE: REPORT FROM GROUND ZERO

RELEVANT LINKS


MICK KALBER'S VIDEO PAGE

MICK'S WEBS-SITE

BRUCE OROMI'S WEB-SITE (STILL PHOTOGRAPHER)


HVO/USGS INFORMATION



https://volcanoes.usgs.gov/volcanoes/kilauea/multimedia_chronology.html